What a hopeless, stupid, stifling state of affairs! Oh, damn the crisis!"
Here G. H. Bondy, Chairman of the Board of Directors, came to a pause. Something was fidgeting him and would not let him rest. He traced it back to the last page of his discarded newspaper. It was the syllable tion, only part of a word, for the fold of the paper came just in front of the t. It was this very incompleteness which had so curiously impressed itself upon him.
"Well, hang it, it's probably iron production," Bondy pondered vaguely, "or prevention, or, maybe, restitution. . . . And the Azote shares have gone down, too. The stagnation's simply shocking. The position's so bad that it's ridiculous. . . . But that's nonsense: who would advertise the restitution of anything? More likely resignation. It's sure to be resignation."
With a touch of annoyance, G. H. Bondy spread out the newspaper to dispose of this irritating word. It had now vanished amid the chequering of the small advertisements. He hunted for it from one column to another, but it had concealed itself with provoking ingenuity. Mr. Bondy then worked from the bottom up, and finally started again from the right-hand side of the page. The contumacious "tion" was not to be found.
Mr. Bondy did not give in. He refolded the
